Today we had our warmest day in awhile in old Atlanta, and the snow by my house is slowly but surely melting away. I am not tired of the winter, in fact I am enjoying it a lot. I soak up the cold season while we have it, because the summer heat is enough to stick in my memory--and it will be here again in the blink of an eye. But I was missing the suntan I got this summer in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. I was craving the amazing stuffed poblano peppers and spicy chorizo tacos they served at the thatched-roof restaurant next to the pool, and of course, the happy hour margaritas and strawberry daiquiris. I felt so glamorous sitting by a pool that melted down several layers, which was right next to the ocean, which gave way to the mountains, and then to the sky. So I just had to look back at my pictures and remind myself that the heat will return soon enough, and with any luck, a suntan too. But I doubt I'll be here again any time soon, and I'm feeling a little bit spoiled that I even have a place like this to miss.